The wood was silent. The song was gone. Without that heavenly voice the woods seemed dark and dull, the birdsong raucous and uncouth instead of pleasa...t and uplifting. He stood, trembling, wiping the tears of despair from his eyes, utterly lost within the deep wood. He was about to turn around and try to find his way back when another noise caught his ear. A soft sigh, gentle as the breeze, coming from just up ahead. A feminine sound that held a faint echo of the voice's ethereal beauty.. Let alone your daughters. How old are they? Are they good looking? And what are they prepared to do for me for such special treatment?”“Hmm, Dawn is eighteen, Denise is seventeen, and Diane is sixteen. And just what do you mean by prepared to do for you?”“As I said, I don’t know them or you. I’m a horny teenage boy who likes very personal encounters with new girls, very personal. I do some things for Evans Publishing, and I’ve got a real lot of contact with Lyn because we share the same. The second Patty came through the back door I knew my plan to tell all was evaporating. I hardly recognized her."Why?" I asked and held my arms wide for her to come to me. The short bangs that had covered her forehead since the seventh grade were gone, replaced by an unbecoming comb-back that accented her high hairline. She was shorter than me with bigger breasts and a gap between her front teeth that I had found adorable from our childhood."It's a long story. Do you have something to drink?". Sleep well?" she asked.As I looked up into her glowing face this morning, there was something different about her. The hard edge of last night seemed missing. As I studied her with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, the slight sag in those marvelous breasts and the tiny wrinkles around her eyes, she no longer seemed the domineering bitch-goddess. Instead, I saw a beautiful older woman with a fire of desire in her eyes that made her look... available. Maybe this was my chance."Dreadful!" I.